Chapter Five: The Red Robed Taoist

  Yi Chu let out a sigh of relief, but a dizzy feeling arose. Waves of piercing pain transmitted from Zhou's body to his own.

  He was about to pass out, and just as he was about to faint from happiness, a puff of black smoke emerged from his body. His spirit once again followed the black smoke and flew out.

  Yi Chu, still in a state of soul, looked around again without worrying about being discovered by the villagers. A more ferocious aura than that of the Wild Boar King spread over. Under this aura, the black smoke seemed to have sensed something and directly took Yi Chu's soul into the gourd!

  "Whoosh!"

  A red light flashed across the sky and landed beside the Wild Boar King. As the red light dissipated, a Taoist priest wearing a red robe with a pale face appeared beside the boar. The Taoist didn't even glance at the astonished villagers; his gaze was fixed on the Wild Boar King.

  "What a nuisance! I've spent so much effort, and this nearly demonic wild boar king is still dead!"

  The Taoist looked at the dead wild boar king, gritting his teeth and speaking fiercely. His ghostly face glanced at the villagers who were trembling not far away, then shook his hand and threw out a small red flag: "You people have encountered the Taoist master, it is your good fortune. Today, the Taoist master will send you to heaven."

  On the little red flag, more than a dozen blood lights flew out in an instant. The villagers wrapped in these blood lights cried out a few times and fell to the ground with a thud, like dry corpses.

  The divine soul hid in the dark gourd, Qin Murong saw everything clearly, but at this moment, he didn't dare to make a single sound.

  Master, this is the legendary master. In three years of military camp life, he has heard many rumors about masters. In these hearsay rumors, every master has the power to move mountains and seas, and the ability to turn stones into gold. Although he had not seen the prowess of a master, but for those who relied on the treasures given by the master, galloping horizontally on the battlefield, Yi Chu had seen a few.

  Although the people he had seen were different in their magical techniques, they all shared a common trait - being unbeatable. No matter how formidable the generals were, once these cultivators' disciples brought out their treasures, none of them could escape defeat, and some even lost their souls. At this moment, facing such a fierce cultivator, he could only endure silently.

  The monk came to the front of the Wild Boar King, and shook the blood-colored banner twice again. The stout body of the Wild Boar King was immediately surrounded by a long rainbow of blood color.

  "Huh? This guy isn't dead yet." The fierce monk suddenly discovered that Yi Chu's body still had some breath, and carefully observed him.

  "This foolish kid's innate talent may not be great, but the blood and energy in his body are quite abundant. If he is cultivated properly, he can still be used once."

  The Taoist muttered to himself, and then suddenly picked up Qin Mu Fang from the waist, like a long rainbow, rushing wildly in one direction.

  Although in the gourd, Yi Chu could still feel the Taoist's incredibly swift speed. The Taoist's feet didn't even need to touch the ground; as he flew about, his body seemed to be pulled by an invisible force!

  As she ran quickly, Yi Chu's mind slowly calmed down. Thinking that it was just a momentary thing, the idea of getting stronger burned even more fiercely in her heart.

  The villagers of Yijiazhuang were mostly honest and simple, but they died cleanly in the hands of these ferocious bandits.

  And all of this is because they don't have the power. If they had the power, it wouldn't be them who died, but that detestable Taoist instead.

  My fate is in my own hands, not in heaven's. I must strengthen myself and grasp my own destiny!

  His consciousness was lodged in the dark fog, and Yi Chu carefully sized up this black gourd. At this time, in Yi Chu's consciousness, this small space of the gourd seemed to be boundless. In the darkness, Yi Chu couldn't see anything special, only that thread of cold air that made him feel a chill.

  Although the cold air was a bit chilly, the rooster's shadow seemed to enjoy it. As the cold air invaded, the rooster's shadow would unconsciously retain some of it in its body.

  In the endless darkness, Yichu was walking with a black rooster. He wanted to find something, but no matter how he searched, he couldn't find anything.

  Just as Yi Chu's heart was cold and desperate, another black shadow rushed over. This shadow was several times larger than the rooster, its solid appearance far surpassing that of the rooster.

  Boar! This apparition is actually a boar, and it's that Boar King that I killed myself!

  As for that wild boar king who was killed by himself, Yi Chu's heart remembered it clearly, the impression left between life and death was really too deep. How could the wild boar king appear here? Wasn't its body swallowed up by that Taoist's small flag?

  The body is gone! The body is gone? As soon as he thought of these five words, the two words "ghost" appeared in Yi Chu's mind. Thinking of these two words, Yi Chu was shocked and then immediately calmed down. He looked at the very clear wild boar king standing not far away from him, motionless.

  Since my consciousness can enter the soul of this chicken, can't I also enter the soul of this wild boar king? As soon as this thought arose, Yi Chu felt a blackness in front of his eyes, and his divine sense came to a strange body.

  Did he really enter into the soul of the Wild Boar King?

  Yi Chu was shocked and carefully sensed it, only to find that the wild boar king's soul was much stronger than the chicken's soul. With a swing of its robust pig hooves, it could even stir up the dark wind.

  Relying on his past cultivation experience, Yi Chu immediately determined that the wild boar's soul could reach the strength of an ordinary martial artist. Although a martial artist was nothing to him as a three-product master, this soul had many advantages that the physical body couldn't match.

  Soul, soul, can this black gourd absorb the souls of lives that have already died? If so, then the souls of those villagers who have already passed away should also appear in their own gourds!

  With excitement in his heart, Yi Chu looked around again, this time using the Wild Boar King's soul, so his speed was much faster. However, although his speed was fast, the gourd space inside was still endless and boundless. He not only didn't reach any point he imagined to be the edge of the gourd, but also didn't see a single person's shadow.

  "Bang!" The gourd space suddenly shook, and Yi Chu, who was greatly shocked in his heart, hurriedly looked at the body outside that was connected to his spirit. He saw that his body was lying on a stone bed covered with straw. His body, which had been injured in the fight with the Wild Boar King, had also been simply bandaged.

  Although there was no one around, Yi Chu still cautiously hid in the gourd, wondering what this person who brought him here wanted to do.

  "This foolish kid's innate talent isn't great, but the blood energy in his body is sufficient. If he's cultivated properly, he can still be used once." The Taoist's ominous words echoed again in Yi Chu's mind, giving him a creepy feeling that made his hair stand on end every time he thought about it.

  However, Ye Chu still couldn't help but repeat the sentence countless times, and in his repeated contemplation, he felt that at this moment, he was probably in an extremely dangerous environment, and the Taoist priest would not have brought him here without a reason.

  Raising is just enough for one use. This clearly refers to objects, and the Taoist priest is probably thinking of himself as an object to be used. And once his value is exhausted, what awaits him may be the same fate as the villagers.

  "Creak", the door opened again, and two men walked in while talking. These were two men with heights of over 3 meters, thick arms and legs, and dark bronze skin that seemed to contain explosive power throughout their bodies.

  These two people must be stronger than their own cultivation! Yi Chu had a conclusion in his heart the moment the two men walked over. He became even more cautious, and the wandering soul also stopped moving.

  "Big brother, why hasn't this kid woken up yet? Didn't the immortal master say that this kid had taken the spiritual medicine and would wake up soon?" The man standing on the left looked at Yi Chu with a puzzled expression and asked.

  "Hmph, you don't see how severe this kid's injuries are. Even with the immortal master's spiritual medicine, it won't be easy for him to recover! Brother, there are already many people cultivating here at the immortal master's place. With this kid added in, there will be even more people. Rather than having one more person competing with us, why don't we take this opportunity to reduce our competition by one? If he still hasn't woken up next time, let's just report back to the immortal master and say that he's dead."

  The big man known as Big Brother had a dignified appearance, but his words were filled with gloom.

  "Isn't this a bit bad?"

  "What's good or bad, the immortal master said he should wake up when he didn't wake up, wouldn't that be a dead end? The master's words have never failed to come true!" As the big man spoke, his large hands heavily slapped the second brother's shoulders twice.

  As the voices of these two people gradually went away, Yi Chu didn't dare to hesitate anymore. In a flash of thought, he wanted to return to his original body, but no matter how many times he called out, the soul attached to the wild boar still had no reaction at all.

  Once, no good; twice, no good; three times, still no good...

  Time and time again, Yi Chu's failures made him more and more anxious in his heart. He was really afraid that these two big men would take themselves as dead people and dispose of them directly. If they were thrown away casually, it would be fine, but if they were buried, they would be wronged to death.

  Just as Yi Chu was desperately trying to bring his spirit back into his body, he heard a chaotic footsteps. A voice followed: "Big brother, do you think that kid has woken up yet?"